Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.